Beyond My Body My Veins

No One Is A Light Unto Himself, Not Even The Sun.

Without This Ridiculous Vanity That Takes The Form Of Self-display, And Is Part Of Everything And Everyone, We Would See Nothing, And Nothing Would Exist.

I Keep My Hands Empty For The Sake Of What I Have Had In Them.

He Who Has Made A Thousand Things And He Who Has Made None, Both Feel The Same Desire: To Make Something.

If You Are Good To This One And That One, This One And That One Will Say That You Are Good. If You Are Good To Everyone, No One Will Say That You Are Good.